Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 587 597: Grand Sorcerer

The next morning, Ye Ling bid farewell to Wang Shufen with Xiaobai, and without alerting anyone else, he vanished from the Ye Family village.

Watching her son's departing figure, Wang Shufen was fervently praying, hoping that everything would go smoothly this time, and that no unexpected difficulties would arise.

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Half a day later, Ye Ling arrived at the periphery of the renowned Eighteen Fortresses of the Southern Border. He stopped, choosing not to rashly barge in.

After all, his own father's life was still in someone else's hands, and more importantly, he still had no clue where his father's soul and spirit were.

The Eighteen Fortresses of the Southern Border boasted beautiful scenery, nestled in the mountains and close to the water, and were considered by many to be a tourist paradise.

But what these people didn't realize was that the Southern Border was the most mysterious cultivation site in the entire Divine Land.

Gu techniques were the most famous art in the Southern Border, far more powerful than the so-called witchcraft from Thailand. During the Qing dynasty, those individuals who came out of the Northeast performing spirit possessions, claiming to cast spells and channel gods, were merely a fraction of the Southern Border's Gu techniques.

Witchcraft, another famous art, was not to be taken lightly in the Southern Border. Anyone there, even a child, could laughingly take your life away in an instant.

Ye Ling and Xiaobai first arrived at a fortress named Bai Family Camp, and checked into an inn to settle down, then began to sense the location of his father.

It was somewhat abstract, elusive, and even had a hint of being undetectable. Ye Ling frowned, it seemed that someone had deliberately obscured the Heavenly Dao with Divine Skills.

Tsk tsk, whoever could employ such tricks was no ordinary person. It seemed that this trip to the Southern Border was going to be interesting.

Many ethnic minorities lived in the Southern Border, and the prevalent ethnic customs intertwined into a splendid civilization, arousing immense curiosity in many.

In the years since the opening up, this place had always been a target of exploration for many, only to find upon arrival that, while tourism was fine, all other secrets were off limits.

The splendid civilization here gradually became a mysterious place in countless people's hearts, yet it remained impossible to unravel.

In the evening, Ye Ling and Xiaobai, sized like a lion, walked out, attracting astonishment from many tourists along the way. Many people asked Ye Ling if it was a Tibetan Mastiff.

The Tibetan Mastiff, a precious breed within the breed, was said to be worth millions for a purebred, but Ye Ling couldn't help but laugh. The mighty Chaos Divine Beast being mistaken for a Tibetan Mastiff – he wondered if it was an insult to its noble bloodline.

This place was chaotic and the customs were rough; moreover, with a diversity of ethnicities, many visitors would not choose to wander around after the evening but would instead return to their accommodations to rest.

As for Ye Ling, he didn't mind. Since he had advanced to the Divine Infant Realm, there weren't many on Earth who could defeat him, not even adding the Divines Hall and the Xuantian Palace into the mix.

The leisurely strolling Ye Ling was actually constantly feeling the somewhat unfamiliar heavens and earth. He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky.

The moon was bright and clear, but Ye Ling felt something unusual, a feeling that wasn't too good.

And at that moment, a group of more than a dozen young masters sauntered out, each with a phone in hand, making a loud clamor and incessantly snapping pictures of the scenery.

"Hey, guys, I've heard this place is full of mystery. How about we go on an adventure tonight? Anyone who's too scared should just go back and hold their woman."

"Haha! Hold a woman? That's what cowards do. No joking around - with our group here, although we're not much with fighting, the yang energy from over ten of us is enough to scare off some ghosts and deities."

"Yeah, yeah, and besides, we still have some tools in our hands. If it really comes down to it, you never know who will live and who will die, ha ha!"

Ye Ling listened to the idiotic discussions of those around him and couldn't help but shake his head. There were really too many of such people, overly confident and taking the mysterious too lightly.

Not to mention anything else, if a specter really were to crawl out, each of these guys would drop everything and turn tail to run.

As time grew later, Ye Ling chatted with the residents while wandering around, looking to see if he could gather some useful information.

And indeed, Ye Ling actually managed to get some useful tips. In the eighteen villages of the Southern Border, each village had a Grand Sorcerer.

The so-called Grand Sorcerer wasn't some charlatan from Western movies dressed in a black robe, wielding a scepter, and gesturing grandly. Here in Southern Border, a Grand Sorcerer was a terrifying cultivator who had mastered either witchcraft or Gu (witchcraft).

The Grand Sorcerer in Bai Village was a practitioner of Gu witchcraft. According to the locals, this Grand Sorcerer could stealthily cast Gu on someone, and once the Gu witchcraft took effect, that person would lose all consciousness, becoming his slave for life.

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling targeted the Grand Sorcerer of Bai Village. His father's condition was exactly the phenomenon of Gu witchcraft seizing one's soul and spirit.

Of course, Ye Ling couldn't be certain because his father's whereabouts had always been elusive, untraceable, which is why he decided to meet this Grand Sorcerer tonight.

Within the eighteen villages, there was a Saintess, regarded as a divinity by all the villagers and Grand Sorcerers, a godlike Saintess of unparalleled status.

The Saintess, somewhat akin to living Buddhas in Tibetan Buddhism, wielded unbelievable authority in the local area and was found through a Secret Technique as the reincarnated vessel of a powerful predecessor.

It was said that on a certain day of the year, the Saintess of the eighteen villages would summon all the Grand Sorcerers, much like a king meeting his subjects.

Of course, what the Saintess did with the Grand Sorcerers no one knew; even if they did, they wouldn't tell an outsider like Ye Ling.

These pieces of information, Ye Ling had managed to draw out only after adding a hint of enchantment into his questioning; otherwise, the locals, being overly cautious, would never have revealed even a bit.

"Ye Ling, let's search each village one by one. I refuse to believe that with only eighteen villages, we can't find out anything!"

Xiaobai was brimming with fighting spirit, for it believed in nothing but battle, a natural-born warrior.

Ye Ling, however, shook his head. He had considered it, but it was not feasible. When he used the Soul-Searching Technique yesterday, the force that shattered his consciousness was very strong, at least that of a cultivator in the Divine Infant Realm.

For his father's safety, he simply couldn't act recklessly; otherwise, if any problems arose, there would be nowhere for him to cry.

After wandering in a big circle, it was around midnight. Ye Ling looked around at the quiet environment and then walked toward a tall mountain not far away.

He sensed a strong aura at the summit of that mountain, which must be that of the Grand Sorcerer of Bai Village.

During the night, the cold wind whooshed, and the silence was profound, especially in the mountain woods, which emitted an eerie presence that would deter most people from staying too long.

But as Ye Ling reached the midpoint of the mountain, he encountered a group of "uninvited guests".